Quite the most bizarre implement-shopping experience ever…
Some of you may know the fraught recent history of Cyprus – the conflicts leading to the effective separation of the (Turkish) north from the (Greek) south. Nicosia, the capital, has long been divided by the Green Line – the Cypriot equivalent of the Berlin Wall.
Progress is being made, however, and in April this year the barricades that cut across Ledra Street – the city’s main shopping thoroughfare – were removed, replaced by a border crossing. Cath and I took advantage of this to wander across to the northern half of the city, heading straight for the main sight, the Selimiye Mosque (founded in the 13th century as St Sophia’s Cathedral, where the Kings of Cyprus were crowned).
As we emerged, we spied a rather wonderful-looking antiques shop on the opposite side of the little square. Surely a treasure-trove such as this must have something with kink value?
Lo and behold, our instincts proved correct, for there in the glass cabinet were two wonderful items: an old, heavy, leather riding crop, together with a cane topped with a silver badge of the Cypriot police.
The girl in the shop was unsure of the prices, though, so made a call to check the prices. A long conversation ensued. She frowned, hung up, then turned to us. “He says, ‘One thousand euro for the two.'”
A thousand euro? Surely some mistake, some calculation error? Not at all, it turned out: she shook her head and explained that, “He really doesn’t want to sell them.”
Needless to say, the two items are still in the glass cabinet in the shop. If you’re in the area, and obscenely rich, you might want to go and explore. Cath and I, meanwhile, speculated as to the conversation between the young woman in the shop and, presumably, her father on the end of the phone. “You may sell them when you marry,” he must have explained. “In the meantime, they’re staying exactly where they are in case you misbehave.”